It was rush hour. You were hoping to make that left before the light went red. Normally, I would have let you. Although, as I inched closer I could see your face and it's expression. You were soo pissy puckered up, I went for it and created a slight gridlock and preented you from going.
Why?? Your fucked up face, that's why. You looked like some down syndrome kid being punished. I needed to follow through.